Last night a few of us got together at the house of our pals Michelle and Murray to celebrate Robert Burns night. Technically we were a day early, but it meant we could do so on a Saturday and recover before the weekend was over.
The Bard himself was in attendance.
Michelle had gone all out, and there was tartan and Scottish bits and pieces everywhere.
The table was all set out for a formal Burns supper, and they had ordered three different haggis (haggii?) from a special craft butcher: vegetarian, gluten free, and the classic meaty one.
There are no pictures of the haggis itself, which I know you’ll be very sad about, but I was too busy stuffing my face… once the traditional address was complete of course. Murray took far too much delight in stabbing them all.
Once the food was over, there was of course, drinking.
I’m sure Burns would have been proud, given his own renowned penchant for the booze.
As one might expect, things got out of hand.
Whether our national poet would approve of what went on later is an interesting question.
We made sure he was nice and well oiled though, so he can’t complain too much.
Hmm, well… maybe.
We took lots of pictures.
and it turns out that Gerry gives amazing massages.
It was nice to see that one of our wee cactii from the wedding had gone to a good home…
As the night wound down, me and Murray were left to talk about the results of the independence referendum back in September, and commiserate the loss together.
There’s still time.
Leica M8 – Canon 50mm f0.95